surreal poetry

Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.

Sitting On A Fence, Discussing Coyotes
Pupils wide and perfect circles, black as the void sprayed with ice chips above our heads. It is distant, alien and all too close.
By Caspian Blue5 years ago in Poets
A Girl Named Pearl, and All Her Colors..
"Gray, White, and Baby Blue hues with Freckles of Hazel In My Eyes, filled with a Hunger for Love, and adventure; shifting their colors like the ever changing seasons.
By Rita Montgomery (Pearl M.)5 years ago in Poets
Gratitude to the Creator
During the creation dream Well before time was born The Creator placed Gitsegukla Gitksan to populate From Gitsegukla peak on high to the Xsan river
By Irene Ness5 years ago in Poets
Chromophilia
I am in love with color There is no color I do not love I feel myself in every color From periwinkle to lavender From vermilion to burgundy
By Jordan Galle5 years ago in Poets
Golden Eternity
Souls and nights and dollars and wine Old songs, new loves - we’ve seen enough of this world to know all and yet - we are still hoping for immortality,
By Ella Valentine5 years ago in Poets
Grey
The longing of my soul to belong, canyon deep; the road long no bridge to connect my heart with humanity. Grey, you are a colour belonging to depravity. Dull, mute, without life. Grey is really the colour that brought me life. My depravity is unique; a fortune to hell’s realm of life’s destroying. The Devil, did not make my life boring.
By M Elizabeth Somboun5 years ago in Poets
My colors within
my colors within I would like to start with my birth color. The color that made me, mold me, ancestor to me. That color is purple. royalty, nobility, luxury, power, and ambition. Said Google, but to me it's a color of magic, mystery, honor, my mother.
By Cozette Aviles5 years ago in Poets
resting red amber green
so it was that five came to stand trapped together by lights’ command so unalike they were, yet caught the same hostage to foot, and iron, and rain
By Penny Newhook5 years ago in Poets
A Vampire's World
I live in a world Of black and white Like an old photograph I'm both day and night Black nail polish Black around my eyes
By Ted Axe5 years ago in Poets
Blue Rain
Have you ever stood outside in the rain? I mean, bare feet and face upward, as the rain touches your skin? In that moment, all pain and worries cease to end.
By Orianna Sanders5 years ago in Poets
We Are Brown
Blue, orange, yellow, Purple, red, green, All these colors are present and on occasion seen, D.I.D. they diagnosed it, In the voices, I start to drown,
By Rayna Scott5 years ago in Poets
Greene
1. I cannot say I’ve fallen in love with Greene. It’s obvious that I barely know, but when I look around and see that the rest of the world is green, it’s hard to not consider the fact that I may be a little green too.
By Lita jean5 years ago in Poets